Things are getting a bit... weird again.
No cheese throwing, not even wandering jiggers (they like to stroll across the work surface sometimes, but only sometimes) but just ... weird things.
I found The Da Vinci Code on the floor yesterday. Neither of us heard it fall, which is odd because it came off the top shelf of the bookcase behind the boxed models of Shiki and Akira, which is level with the top of the door, so for a fairly decent-sized book to fall at least six and a half feet soundlessly is ... strange.
The genuinely weird thing is I came downstairs this morning to find page one of a Tesco order sheet on the floor and page two a short distance away; they're stapled together and I like to keep them that way, not to mention it wasn't actually recent ... and they're all wedged, on top of two small hampers and a fly net I've not yet hung, held in place by the top of the bookcase shelf, and there's a doghair roller on top of them. Again, this wasn't a recent one either, it's from maybe halfway through the stack.
I also found the heat tool I bought to try foiling text onto bookcloth. Now I'm a fucking coward, so I bought it and haven't opened it in case it, I dunno, leaps out the box and eats my face or something. (See also: 3D pen and airbrush.) Bearing in mind, not opened. Today it's leaning forward against my huge glass cutting board (standing upright against a shelf) with the box lid opened.
I didn't do this.
So we have three options.
The only other thing is that maybe I've taken up sleep walking again. But that's a little odd too... I've done it before, but only when I'm utterly hammered (which I haven't been in a while), and the other times have been night terrors so I tend to notice because I usually wake up while running across the room. And the reason why it's particularly odd, aside from that, is that I now sleep with an eye mask (because it beats waking up at 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7am, which has been my sleep schedule for at least the last month) so I've either taken it off, strolled downstairs, fiddled around with pointless shit before going back to bed and putting it back on again ... or I've done it without removing it. In which case, how am I not dead? I know I can maneuver sleepily through the landing when it's full of things while we were repairing, but that didn't involve stairs. (I also kept walking into the table once we'd done. While I was fully awake.)
So I'm going for option 3. Because I still can't find that fucking moth.
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